The courtyard was quiet, and the mother-in-law who helped the cook, Man Cang, and Xiaolian hid as early as the beginning of the dispute between Du Jun and his mother.

The gods fight, the little ghosts suffer, the excitement of the masters is not something they can see, it is best to hide as far as they can.

Du Jun held his forehead with his hand, looked at the chattering Zheng, sighed, and reached out to forcibly pull her back to the house.

I was really dizzy, and was so disturbed by the Zheng family, the two of them stood under the eaves and broke for a long time, completely forgetting their current status and the servants next to them, it seems that they will have to find an opportunity to knock and knock for a while, don't spread the words of the Zheng family, this is not easy to say.

Entering the room, Zheng was still immersed in his own world, sitting on the small table with a handkerchief and sobbing and choking.

This dead girl, why don't you understand the heart of being a mother, she is thinking about the dead girl, the dead girl doesn't appreciate it, and she has to stab a knife in her chest.

If you want her to say that she shouldn't have followed the dead girl's idea to get a farm in the first place. Outside the male protagonist, inside the female protagonist, it has been like this for thousands of years, and this dead girl is stubborn, and blame her, it's too useless, if this girl has been raised by her side, she won't have such a temperament.

Thinking of this, Zheng's sorrow came from it, and he cried even more uncontrollably.

"Mother, are you going to cry like this all the time, waiting for your aunt to come back?"

Du Jun dusted his sleeves and watched Zheng's self-pity become more and more impatient.

Although she is also a woman, she can't get used to seeing some women crying and crying when they get into trouble, messing around, crying, and crying, and can't wait to put five thousand years of up and down for you in a string.

Isn't that interesting? Let's talk about things, and mention those that are irrelevant, which will only make things worse and worse.

Hearing Du Jun mention Song Jiang, Zheng suddenly felt that he hurriedly tried the corners of his eyes, raised his head and asked flatteringly, "Is my uncle back?" ”

Then he patted his thigh as if he was annoyed, and tears welled up in his eyes, "Look at this thing, how can you talk nonsense in front of your uncle, or I'll go and accompany my uncle?" Just said that the mother was confused and said the wrong thing, and it was none of your business. ”

With that, Zheng was ready to stand up.

How could Du Jun let the Zheng family go to Song Jiang, firstly, Zheng's mouth was turned upside down, and she could do something for her if she had nothing to do, and secondly, there was no elder to apologize to the junior, after all, it was not to that extent.

"You just stay honest, Song Jiang hasn't come back yet", Du Jun pressed Zheng's shoulder, and with a little effort on the bottom of his hand, Zheng couldn't get up.

"Then how can it be done, this thing was provoked by the mother, and it can't add a block between your little two", Zheng struggled a few times, even though she had some strength, but under Du Jun's deliberateness, she couldn't get up, her eyes were red, and she pulled Du Jun's sleeve and pleaded in a low voice, "Son, just let me go, after all, I am an elder, I don't look at the face of the monk and the face of the Buddha, my uncle is a good one, he won't care about me." I told my uncle, you have nothing to do with that Wang Jiesheng, you really have nothing to do with it. After a while, we'll drive people out of the farm, let people go far away, the kind that they won't see in their lifetime, do you think it's okay? ”

"Okay, isn't it?" Du Jun raised his tone and asked rhetorically, his eyes widened, and he looked at Zheng completely speechless.

If these words really reached Song Jiang's ears, it would really be mud falling off the crotch of his pants, not but.

Zheng looked at Du Jun timidly, and his heart was pounding, is the girl angry?

"If you want me to be separated from Song Jiang, you can go and talk to him", Du Jun gasped, gritted his back molars, and said word by word.

At this moment, she really had an urge to take an axe and smash this woman's head open to see what was inside?

Is it? Or is it a straw in the head?

I've seen something stupid, I've never seen something so stupid, a stupid person doesn't know it, and there's no way to save it!

If it weren't for the memory of the original owner, to ensure that the Zheng family was indeed the biological mother of this body, Du Jun would have wondered if the Zheng family had seen her life too smoothly and deliberately made something to block her.

It's really a pit that people don't regret, pit people are tireless, and the pit is very convenient!

Throwing down a heavy sentence, Du Jun didn't reply, and strode out of Zheng's room.

If she stays any longer, she can't guarantee that she will do something that everyone is angry about.

As for the Zheng family, she cries when she loves to cry, and the mud can't support the wall, except for daring to stand in front of their three sisters, she immediately becomes a scumbag of war if she is a man, and she can't be cowardly anymore.

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw Song Jiang sitting steadily on a chair, his gentle eyes narrowed slightly, raised his eyebrows to the room where Zheng was located, and said silently with his mouth open, "Angry with my mother-in-law?" ”

Du Jun had a fire in his heart, but when he saw Song Jiang's funny and vivid face, his heart was sweet, and he was inexplicably not so angry.

It's no wonder that Song Jiang is a person in this matter, it was all caused by the Zheng family out of nothing, and he pulled the corners of his mouth far-fetchedly, "How long have you been back?" If you're hungry, I'll let Mancang set the meal immediately. ”

As he spoke, he turned around and walked out of the hall.

No matter how much Zheng said, one thing is right, she Meng Lang in the morning, she shouldn't have dragged Wang Jiesheng.

It's not that Du Jun has a ghost in her heart, she and Wang Jiesheng are innocent and frank, and they can't say anything to others.

It's just that she ignored one point, people in Song Jiang's era, adhering to the fact that men and women are not at the same age at the age of seven, and they attach great importance to the relationship between men and women.

In the final analysis, it was Du Jun who was emotional.

If you care, you will care.

Song Jiang sat on the chair, looking at Du Jun's slightly disproportionate back, the corners of his mouth turned up, but a trace of haze flashed under his eyes revealed that his mood was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

When they came back from the martial arts training ground, the words of Zheng and Du Jun standing under the corridor were clearly heard by Song Jiang, who was standing at the gate of the courtyard.

Although there was always a voice in his heart telling him that Du Jun would never do anything to be sorry for him, but in the face of Du Jun's dodgy eyes just now, his heart couldn't help but hurt for a second.

At lunchtime, Zheng used the excuse that he was not happy, and there were only Du Jun and Song Jiang, two people with their own hearts, who were polite and distant.

After eating, Song Jiang went to the nursery as planned, while Du Jun calmed down and settled Zhuangzhuang, turned around and took Mancang to the martial arts training ground.

When Huang Tianba first arrived at the farm, he brought thirteen apprentices, except for four from Mingyuan and two from the duck farm, there were only eight men who knew martial arts in the entire farm.

If the displaced people clash in the future, how can these eight people protect the farm?

She came to discuss countermeasures with Master Huang today.

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